Oh, and the picture is what snow looks like, since it is topical at the moment. My fence is six feet high. The snow is half way up in this picture. *** The supplicant knelt, head bowed, in the plac…
Source: New idea for a story.
Well, it got off to a wonderful start at 2.30 a.m this morning when the fire alarm started to intermittently squeak. Not a shrill and continuous alarm, but a squeak followed by another in between …
Source: Friday the thirteenth
What a wonderful surprise to wake up to this review this morning! Does happy dance. Serpent of the Shangrove 5 out of 5 stars What a wonderful world! January 5, 2017 What a wonderful …
It must be my day to receive all things delightful and heartwarming. Here is the latest review for Chalice of the Shadows. To say I was ecstatic would be an understatement. Does very happy d…
Woo Hoo! Does happy dance. Eve reviewed Darkspire Reaches Not your Typical Fantasy Novel January 3, 2017 I am a large fantasy reader, and that mostly is recent. But this goes beyond the standard dr…
Looking back, it has been a very busy year. On the writing front, I have two new books published. The first, in spring, was Serpent of the Shangrove, book two in the Darkspires series and yes, I am…
Source: My year in review.
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Source: The Chalice of Shadow is live!
I am finishing up with the nano project, now reaching the last few chapters and I am almost done with a short for an anthology so what is next on the list? I think something spooky might be a nice …
Source: What next?
Time is fluid they say, and yet the granules vary. New sand scrapes the side of an hour glass squeezing slowly Like a wasped summer end gone on forever until frost nips. Waiting, still waiting for …
Source: Time
Time is fluid they say, and yet the granules vary.
New sand scrapes the side of an hour glass squeezing slowly
Like a wasped summer end gone on forever until frost nips.
Waiting, still waiting for Christmas that is so far distance
Smoother sand slides fast when the time to hand in work comes due
Fast like a starving curse never uttered.
Now the grains are small, so small they flow faster than money ever did
Was that summer just gone? How did that happen.
Christmas here already? No time, no time.
Sleep comes fleeting, a thief upon the pillow of every grudged minute.
Bones ache in the bitter winter at the end.
Time’s up.
cnlesley 